Euston Square

These are the hours of beauty, days hovering
Floating suspended in the twilight of new Spring
A tiny moment, life-breath caught in the throat
Of time between fickle frosts of Winter and
An endless, expandable French Summer promising
The future in freedom.

Deep sky of plunging blue enticing watering mouth
To drink of this and the blinding white-yellow sun
Glinting in lovely deceptive coolness from
Bold Georgian stone in Euston Square, where
Our tangled haze of smoke and silly laughter gives
Accidental happiness in friendship and substance abuse.

You showed me joy and how to carve this city
For our own night-time adventures, exhaling condensing
Hope into icy air that sparkles from determined youth
And the animated brilliance of your infectious optimism
Carrying me helpless and smiling, like a balloon freed
From a child's sticky hand, to the best years of life.

If only to be static, to extend frozen the glorious moment
In a plateau of ungovernable now, this world of
Late evening black cabs speeding confidently past
Grey pavement concrete and awake in thrill of urban
Passion and pace, to capture magnificent fleeting seconds
And all the fun we have had.



Music- Pendulum- Different.

xxx

We Are Old Tomorrow

Lying in frozen darkness we join
A bleak full mind far from broad hands
On body of smooth skin my porcelain skull
Pressed desperately with you to solid chest
Hard reassurance of flesh for music which
Floats inside building rising in fear of truth
Our unfathomable refusal of discovery in
Compressed youth bursting through from
Our paper glasses, half-empty with drugs
For the mind and new born heart.

We are tottering on bambi legs wide
Eyed and panting with tentative violent
Sexual frustration hot kisses in cold so cold
Night. Whirlpool eyes and fast drunken veins
Betray how for now we must feel truly alive
Your visceral wet mouth singularly real
In this universe of impenetrable movement
And shifting castles high in darkest sky clinging
Together in momentary ageless failed beauty
Where success is a forgotten word.

Deep within melting time we stave off
The fear of the end and the thought
Terrifyingly inevitable which will come
Like us, our breath
Condensing on concrete life.


Music- IAMX- Lolita

xxx